Luyện nghe bài hát STFU, Pt. 2

All I do is rap and
I don't today's math, don't keep track of time
Universal beat down, beat down universe
P AKA you the worst

The best rapper, the worst
The clapper, the purse snatcher
The neck snapper, the Earth
This your man
The opposite of a fucking Duran Duran
That nigga with the wack shit
My raps slap the off of it's axis
You dealing with a boss, you bastard
Niggas die when I'm raising my voice a
Motherfucker, do you
Form a fan, cast it, posted on YouTube
P, I spray the gat at ride
Sean Price the greatest rapper
the fuck up

The verse uno, second verse dos
verse is bueno, the next one is boss
Back when Milk was
My man smoked a bag of dust and his children

No around, no Wilt the stilting

Niggas off balance gets killed for tilting
I bang at bitches that's built for building
Cover your Ralph Tresvant, your feelings

Too hot, take off the hot
Expose a lot of chedder, get popped with a hot
African Mandela
Idi when smoking the ya mean
the pound
Then I waving my arms and fucking around
Niggas playing with Sean, listen
I spit prison imam
put you in a ER, pa

Shut the up